1838 c/o Valgerður Þóroddsdóttir

I am telling you
my belief is suspended
for a moment
over this swimming pool,
Jules, I am on the verge of
with ropes & rings
for sheer posterity

I know you
are perfected
by its close fit

this is
almost it
should not be possible

we are seconds away
decades even,
if we’re lucky
if you’re careful

don’t forget
in the balance
there is no other

we are barely even
and yet more
in this moment
for being
that much closer
to the ground